Like Father Like Son

This doesn’t bode well, especially when you consider I’m only seeing the ones that are getting out to walk.

Another day on the mountain. I took a pretty good tumble on the way down. Lots of little stones and I tripped on one. I bruised my hands and scraped my knee. Dr. Helaine says I’ll live, if she lets me.

As we walk up and down the mountain, I get a chance to stare at strangers heading in the opposite direction. I look at kids, walking with their parents. Then I mentally age them. It’s scary how alike children and parents are, both facially and body type. That’s especially true when it’s a lifestyle induced body type.

This doesn’t bode well, especially when you consider I’m only seeing the ones that are getting out to walk.

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